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that they had all ended up in the same place on the same night.
And he began to wonder what the hell was really going on.
4
J onas was in jeans, too, but they fit as if custom-made and probably bore a designer label. His polo shirt appeared to have been ironed, and his hair was still perfect. Matty was a beauty in matching designer jeans topped by a silk blouse that hugged a body that had probably been good to begin with and then had been nipped and tucked into perfection. Not a platinum-blond hair on her head was out of order.
“Yeah, it’s Jonas, and that’s Matty, his wife,” Aidan said. As he spoke, they saw him. Jonas lifted a hand in greeting and then looked away, obviously tired of his company for the day, and headed over to join the cops. Matty, however, walked over to them. “Hey, if it’s not Aidan Flynn, and these must be your brothers. Jonas told me you guys inherited a house down here. How are you?”
Her body might be largely composed of silicone held together by stitches, but her greeting was sweet and sincere. Aidan rose to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek; his brothers rose, as well, and he made the introductions.
“So, Jonas says you’re going to keep the place!” she said, as Jeremy drew up a chair for her.
“We’re hoping to,” Jeremy said.
“I’m so glad you’re going to live here,” Matty said. “This area needs people who want to be here, who want to work, to make it a community again. And there’s plenty of private security work and stuff here,” she added, her eyes a little troubled as she looked at Aidan. He realized that she felt awkward about Serena. They’d been a foursome often enough during his FBI days, and she knew it was Serena’s death that had been behind his decision to leave the Bureau.
Live here?
He hadn’t actually thought of living here. But then, he hadn’t hung around any one place for long, not even the place he called home, in years. He’d kept moving. Grabbing all the cases that gave him the opportunity to be in a different city.
Running.
Well, he was free and over twenty-one. Running was fine, if that was what he chose to do.
Strange. Despite all that was enhanced about her physical appearance, inside, where it counted, Matty was the real deal. She cared.
He smiled. “Hey, who knows? We’ll see.”
“Look. Isn’t that the girl from the house?” Zach asked suddenly, and indicated the bandstand with his beer bottle.
Aidan glanced toward the stage. The bass player was announcing an original number; the guitarist—dressed in boots and a sweeping black cape à la every hot movie vampire—was leaning down, accepting a drink from Kendall Montgomery.
Aidan had just begun to settle down, maybe due to Matty’s warm welcome. Now every muscle in his body clenched all over again. With all the bars and the music available along the length of Bourbon Street, why had Kendall Montgomery ended up here tonight, too?
The guitarist grinned, accepting the plastic cup of whatever, then took a long swig and handed it back. Before he got ready to play again, he nudged the drummer, who looked at Kendall, and offered her a grin and a salute.
After that, she returned to the table where she’d apparently been sitting. She was with a tall, well-built bald man with thick black brows, who lifted his own beer bottle toward the stage, as if toasting to their success.
“What a pretty woman,” Matty announced, making Aidan like her all the more. She wasn’t the type who was always putting other women down.
“She’s got beautiful hair,” Zachary noted.
“Are you sure you’re only looking at her hair?” Jeremy asked lightly.
“I might be looking at the whole package,” Zachary replied, grinning at Matty. “She really is stunning—right? One beauty assessing another, of course.”
Matty laughed. “The compliment is both charming and appreciated. And, yes, that young woman is absolutely stunning. You know her?”
“We met her today. At the
And he began to wonder what the hell was really going on.
4
J onas was in jeans, too, but they fit as if custom-made and probably bore a designer label. His polo shirt appeared to have been ironed, and his hair was still perfect. Matty was a beauty in matching designer jeans topped by a silk blouse that hugged a body that had probably been good to begin with and then had been nipped and tucked into perfection. Not a platinum-blond hair on her head was out of order.
“Yeah, it’s Jonas, and that’s Matty, his wife,” Aidan said. As he spoke, they saw him. Jonas lifted a hand in greeting and then looked away, obviously tired of his company for the day, and headed over to join the cops. Matty, however, walked over to them. “Hey, if it’s not Aidan Flynn, and these must be your brothers. Jonas told me you guys inherited a house down here. How are you?”
Her body might be largely composed of silicone held together by stitches, but her greeting was sweet and sincere. Aidan rose to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek; his brothers rose, as well, and he made the introductions.
“So, Jonas says you’re going to keep the place!” she said, as Jeremy drew up a chair for her.
“We’re hoping to,” Jeremy said.
“I’m so glad you’re going to live here,” Matty said. “This area needs people who want to be here, who want to work, to make it a community again. And there’s plenty of private security work and stuff here,” she added, her eyes a little troubled as she looked at Aidan. He realized that she felt awkward about Serena. They’d been a foursome often enough during his FBI days, and she knew it was Serena’s death that had been behind his decision to leave the Bureau.
Live here?
He hadn’t actually thought of living here. But then, he hadn’t hung around any one place for long, not even the place he called home, in years. He’d kept moving. Grabbing all the cases that gave him the opportunity to be in a different city.
Running.
Well, he was free and over twenty-one. Running was fine, if that was what he chose to do.
Strange. Despite all that was enhanced about her physical appearance, inside, where it counted, Matty was the real deal. She cared.
He smiled. “Hey, who knows? We’ll see.”
“Look. Isn’t that the girl from the house?” Zach asked suddenly, and indicated the bandstand with his beer bottle.
Aidan glanced toward the stage. The bass player was announcing an original number; the guitarist—dressed in boots and a sweeping black cape à la every hot movie vampire—was leaning down, accepting a drink from Kendall Montgomery.
Aidan had just begun to settle down, maybe due to Matty’s warm welcome. Now every muscle in his body clenched all over again. With all the bars and the music available along the length of Bourbon Street, why had Kendall Montgomery ended up here tonight, too?
The guitarist grinned, accepting the plastic cup of whatever, then took a long swig and handed it back. Before he got ready to play again, he nudged the drummer, who looked at Kendall, and offered her a grin and a salute.
After that, she returned to the table where she’d apparently been sitting. She was with a tall, well-built bald man with thick black brows, who lifted his own beer bottle toward the stage, as if toasting to their success.
“What a pretty woman,” Matty announced, making Aidan like her all the more. She wasn’t the type who was always putting other women down.
“She’s got beautiful hair,” Zachary noted.
“Are you sure you’re only looking at her hair?” Jeremy asked lightly.
“I might be looking at the whole package,” Zachary replied, grinning at Matty. “She really is stunning—right? One beauty assessing another, of course.”
Matty laughed. “The compliment is both charming and appreciated. And, yes, that young woman is absolutely stunning. You know her?”
“We met her today. At the
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